lonely dead stuck bleeding pig   lonely ditch i choose to dig   inside   and it burns in the face of the one whos mother cried   lonely tumer inside my head   it wont be long untill i am dead   inside   and it burns in the faces of the ones who told me lies   disappointments are mounting each day   strong oppinions with nothing to say   sharpened blades i will raise to the void   until my mind gives away to the need to destroy   every loss that there is will you feel   machine or beast, all i know is i am real   a life of pain as the catalyst for this thing i am, waking death   now like instinct i harvest the land   death within me, your life in my hands   all of this worlds filth is drentched in your blood   as it rains down around me   come on down   your blood   rain over me, covering all i see   as you die